Chapter 6

Gimero's Hijinks

BanjoNote: This chapter... it was never actually planned in my document. This was originally supposed to be Jailbreak Part 3: Jailbroken. Instead, I decided to make a chapter that emphasizes Gimero as a main character, equal to Alex, and I hope this chapter is good enough to emphasize that. Gimero is a fun character, and I based him to be... Luigi-like.

Also, my apologies for describing him... incorrectly. Gimero is dark skinned, with extremely short hair, nearly bald and sea-green eyes. He doesn't wear the classic Wanderimg Trader outfit, instead choosing to wear a dark blue overcoat, having it buttoned up. He wears boots instead of sandals, no matter his chosen outfit. In this chapter, I'll describe his actual trading outfit.

Concerning ridable Llama's, mods do exist in the world. The only specific mod I will say for now is the Tinker's Mod.

The template for the OC is going to be put up on my Profile, because I don't want to hurt the word count.

(Disclaimer: BanjoMano Doesn't Own Minecraft. You'd be stupid to think otherwise.)

[Gimero]

I stepped away from the falling point and placed a bucket of water, in case Alex fell. I gave Athara the diamond armour, and she gave me her old green leather armour. I slipped into the armour (although green was not my colour) and looked upwards at the tower.

Just in time to see Alex land in the water with a dramatic flourish. I jumped back and nearly knocked Athara onto the ground. She sighed and pushed me off of her. She stepped around me and looked Alex up and down. "So... Gimero here tell's me that you're the 14th Crafter."

Alex shrugged. "I suppose I am. Who are you?"

Athara looked at me. "Isn't it proper etiquette to introduce me to your friend?" she asked, a slight hint if sarcasm in her voice.

"Oh! Uh... Alex, this is Athara. Athara, Alex. Now, can we get out of here?" I half-asked, half-whimpered. They both turned to me, and looked at each other. Alex stuck out her hand, and Athara shook it.

I sighed, breaking it halfway through in fear. I looked around at the cage where Josie the iron golem was held, with three pillagers were patrolling. Athara followed my gaze and nodded to herself.

"Alright, Gimero." She turned to me. "I need to get Alex safely out of this camp, but we also need Josie."

I raised an eyebrow, a natural talent I have. "There is no possible way I can get an Iron Golem out of that cage by myself."

She gave me a smile that said you don't really have a choice. "You're a Villager, yeah? What profession do you specialize in?"

Against my better judgement, I puffed out my chest with enthusiasm. "I am Gimero, a Wandering Trader!"

Athara frowned. "What the hell is a Wandering Trader?"

Alex seized up. "A Wandering Trader is a new type of Villager added in Update 1.14, better known as Villaga and Pillage. They can be fou-" She shook her head violently. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me."

She tapped her left temple and rubbed it, as of she had a headache. "However, they seem to wear a different set of clothes. More elegant, and they have a scarf that appears to be red."

I sighed. Closing my eyes, I imagined my trader outfit. My current outfit faded away, replaced with a more extravagant outfit. I wore a blue cloak, with a gold trimming and a red inside. A long red scarf, inset with designs of bronze, wrapped itself around my neck. My white shirt was replaced with a dark green shirt, and my leather belt was replaced by a red belt, a golden clasp to hold it together. My beige pants turned into a baggier grey colour, but my boots remained the same combat style. My ear was peirced by a small golden loop.

"Well, here you are." I spread out my arms. "Don't I look so fancy?"

Alex gave me a slack-jawed look. "Did you just... change clothes at will?"

Athara rolled her eyes. "It's not that hard, newbie. You just imagine what you want to wear, then bam."

Alex closed her eyes, and suddenly she was in a faded gray tank top and jean shorts, with her orange hair tied up in a ponytail behind her back instead of braided over her shoulder. Same as to me, her combat boots stayed the same.

Athara looked her up and down once again. "That's a real Tomb Raider look there." Seeing Alex's dark look, she continued with "The new one. Not the sexualized one."

Alex closed her eyes again, then went back to her original outfit, except with a pair of leather gauntlets this time. Athara rolled her eyes and said "I didn't say it was a bad look."

Alex shrugged. "Anyways, we've stayed here too long. We need to move before-"

Threw arrows flew over our heads, narrowly missing our little trio. Athara swore and gestured at the cage. "Gimero, me and Athara are going to head north, away from Lafor. Get Josie and get to Lafor. No detours."

"Minor problem. How the hell am I to get her out of here?"

"I don't know! Barter with them or something!" She half-yelled. I shrank away from her and turned to the cage.

The double A team ran to the right, and I tried to remember my inner merchant. First step: incognito. I pulled my hood over my head and covered my mouth and nose with the scarf. I didn't have anything to look at myself, but I had to hope it would suffice. Can't let them know who I was, as I was currently a slave to them.

The next step is to approach not with caution, but with confidence. For some reason, I could do this easily. Maybe it was because I was in my element? Whatever it was, the patrol stopped and raised their crossbows at me.

Appear harmless. Well that was easy, mostly because it was true.

I raised a hand in greetings. "Hello there, good folk of this village!" my voice came out loud and strong, and luckily there was no one in sight other than these lads. Confused, they lowered their crossbows. The one in the middle grunted and said in a deep, hoarse voice "Who'er ye?"

I gave him what I hoped was a disarming smile. There faces darkened, which told me that it worked. Didn't make it feel any less then a grimace, however. "My name is not of importance, as I am but a traveler. What is of importance is what is on me!" I showcased the first of my many wares- a stone sword.

They oohed and aahed over it, but I put it into my belt. "Now, now. You cannot have my wares without emeralds, my dear friends. What do you have in exchange for the sword?"

The middle one frowned. "What is stopping me from killing you right now?"

I stopped for a second, resisting the urge to bolt after Alex and Athara. Luckily, an answer came to me. "Because I don't drop such wares when I die! Only my inventory drops when I die! After all, why have a set of leather armour when you can have Iron!?"

I was using my ace-in-the-hole - lying. The leather armour was actually part of my undroppable wares, and the Iron armour was part of my inventory. The left one scratched at his beard, and asked in a high pitch voice that seriously made me ask whether he skipped puberty. "We don't have much to give, sir! What would you ask for?"

Too easy. "Well, you seem to have such a prize behind you! I would ask for Jo- that Iron Golem!"

The middle one raised his crossbow at me. I gave him a shaky smile, trying not to let him know that I was vibrating like an engine of a racecar. "Now, now. Such a prize, shouldn't be worth as much as a full set of iron armour! Notch, I'll throw in the sword if y'all want!"

Josie slammed her arm (As golems have no fists) into the cage. "PUNY PILLAGERS WILL DIE!"

Not helping, I thought miserably. I placed a armour stand (Wandering Traders always have a stand with them) and started to equip it with armour. The two other pillagers turned to the middle one and shrugged.

I waved the stone sword in front of their face. "I mean, the iron golem is dangerous as is. She could, I don't know, break out and kill all of you. But, if she's with me... she won't be a danger!"

I stabbed a sword into the ground and spread my arms.

They nodded and gestured at the cage. I walked past them, pulled out an axe, and instead of breaking the cage open, I slammed it into the back of one of their heads. I quickly ducked and started to open the cage. Josie roared and charged right past me, knocking me off my feet.

Josie roared and smashed the one I hit with my axe. I rolled upright and stood up, rubbing the dirt out of my eyes. Josie swung his arm around and caught the right pillager in the stomach, sending him flying into a building.

I attempted to kick up to my feet, but I slipped and landed on my butt. I shook my head, and stood up, leaning on the remains of the cage. An arrow slammed into the wood beside my head, and I let out a yelp. Josie looked back at me, gave me a grin, and literally fell on top of the provoked pillager. It promptly exploded into experience, and I raised my arm to collect it.

I looked at Josie and the last pillager, who dropped his crossbow and ran in the opposite direction. I stuck my hand out on front of Josie. "Whoa, whoa there."

She turned to me. "JOSIE SAYS WE SHOULD GO TO BIG CITY!"

"Uh... Lafor?" I clarified? "Do you mean Lafor?"

Instead of a spoken answer, Josie scooped me up with a bear hug and ran straight into the woods. Sighing, I thought to myself well, that was a hell of a day.

[Day 1 of 2: Greifer!]

After I slept for the rest of the night, me and Josie packed up camp and began our journey to the Jewel of the Plains, Lafor. I stayed in my trading outfit, to show the other travelers that I was open for business.

The day was rather uneventful for the most part, as the road was probably being picked clean by Pillagers. I rode on top of Simeron, pulling Tina along on a leash. Josie stormer straight in front of me, sending out minor earthquakes with every step. I sighed at our ragtag group, looking out on the road with less then little enthusiasm.

As night time rolled around, I set up a camp that consisted of one tiny house and a fenced in area. After taking an eon to herd my unwilling llamas into their pasture, I crawled into my bed and almost immediately heard Josie roar. I rolled off the bed and slammed face-first into the dirt floor. I stood up, coughing out dirt and grass, and opened the door to peak my head out.

Josie stood above a traveler, who seemed to be just a villager who was cowering under a shield. I burst through the doorway and yelped "No! Josie, this is not a pillager!"

"THEY ALL LOOK SAME TO JOSIE!"

"Uh..." The man looked at me. "This your iron golem?"

"JOSIE IS NO ONE'S GOLEM! JOSIE IS-"

I gave him a hopeless shrug. "I mean, she's my bodyguard, I guess you could say."

Josie gave a violent nod that made me seriously consider how flexible iron golem's necks are. The villager seemed to accept that answer.

"So... are you traveling to Lafor?" I asked him. "Either way, I have some wares. I'm what some call a wandering trader." In emphasis, I pulled out some Emeralds.

He pondered that and asked, "Do you buy things?"

I gave him another shrug. "Depends."

He pulled out a diamond sword and gestured at me. "How 'bout this?"

Raising an eyebrow, I looked up at his face. Instead of giving him an answer, my cowardly instinct forced my body to dive into the doorway. The greifer (People who kill and destroy for the sake of it) swung his sword and nicked my leg, knocking me further into the house. In a panic, I shut the door and thought to myself, Why can't I have one day that doesn't involve something drastic!?

The griefer kicked the door open and swung his sword at my gut. I rolled onto the bed and kicked him out the doorway, which makes it sound cooler then what it was. He was literally standing in the doorway in the first place.

Josie snapped her head to the griefer and bellowed "YOU NO MESS WITH GIMERO!TINY VILLAGER DIE NOW!"

With a massive BOOM sound, Josie tackled the griefer and began pummeling his head in. Standing up, she somehow managed to get a grip on his legs and started to twirl him around. I watched as Mr. Greifer was flung somewhere into the southern hemisphere, if Minecraftia had one.

Josie gave a huffy and sat down in the doorway, blocking any passageway in. Sighing shakily, I muttered to myself "One more day," And promptly passed out within two seconds. An ability I have, and a useful one at that.

[Final Day: The Jewel of the Plains]

I woke up groggy, and walked straight into a wall of Josie. She gave a surprised snort, and rolled to the side, still asleep. I gingerly stepped over her arm, trying not to wake her. Taking out some wheat, Simeron came straight to me. However, Tina stayed laying down in her corner of the pasture.

"Tina," I called, exasperated. "Eat your Wheat."

She slowly turned her head towards me, and gave a loud snort. I gestured to the wheat in my hand, waving it in front of Tina's face. "Eat up!"

In true llama fashion, she spit at me. It hit the fence in front of me, and I sighed, throwing the wheat at Simeron.

I broke down camp, waiting for Josie to wake up. Finally, after funneling my llama's out with surgeon's precision, Josie let out a yawn that approached levels that gave me a minor headache.

"Morning, Josie." I grumbled. "Only took you..." I pulled out a clock. "An hour."

The iron golem stood up and stretched, although being made of pure iron, probably didn't do much. I climbed on top of Simeron. "Lafor isn't too far from here. We should be there sometime around 1 or so."

"WHAT IS GIMERO WAITING FOR!? JOSIE LEAD THE WAY!"

"...I was waiting for you to lead the way."

"WHAT!?"

"N-nothing!"

Within a couple of hours, the forest around faded into a flat scenery, and the city of Lafor was in sight. True to it's moniker, the city was a gem to behold.

The second largest city in Minecraftia, it takes on a high- fantasy appearance, with walls made of cobblestone and dark oak planks and various other materials. Guard towers line each time the outer walls changed directions, the largest one's dead ahead on each side of the main gate. Flag poles lined the pathway to the gates, signaling the Lime Green national colors of the plains. The gates was flooded with travelers, and guards in Lime armour handed out passes left and right, making me thankful I wasn't spawned in a position that I could do that job capably.

Fort Cirenar, the castle in the dead center of the city, was visible even from outside the city. It's said that Cirenar is near impossible to break into, as the Council of Elders is held of the highest esteem. I couldn't help myself as a smile ran across my face.

"Well, Josie." I exhaled. "We're here."

"JOSIE NEED USE BATHROOM!"

"Josie... iron golems don't need to use the bathroom."

"... OKAY."

BanjoNote: Alright! Gimero and Josie have made it to the Jewel of the Plains! In case you need a reference, Ragni from Wynncraft is a great place to look at the outer walls. Find the IP on their website, and Ragni is the first city you enter!

Sorry for the one-day delay. I bought a couple of books on Saturday, which is usually the day I finish prepping and start writing.

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